#*seph

“Oh, come on Seph! There must be someone on the island who’s caught your eye besides Hades. I mean, there are so many wonderfully attractive people here...” Dionysus tapered off with a bit of a dreamy look in his eyes, calling to mind the image of this god, that goddess, those demigods. Sometimes being a demigod-turned-accidentally-god had its perks. For instance, he generally seemed to get along with demigods more often or more deeply than other gods.

Sometimes he got a chance to know demigods real well. Some of them even before they met on the island.

But this was about Persephone, not him.

( txt to: flower power🌺🌸🌼 ): oooo count me in

“Sephy, wha’ can I sayyy!” The sun had barely gone down when Dionysus had begun his nightly ritual of heavy drinking. It usually didn’t take long for a drunken and perky Dionysus to leave his apartment in search of something a bit more fun than dancing around at home playing hairbrush-karaoke. This time he had run into Persephone, whom he found himself running into more and more often nowadays. That was fine with Dio; he generally got along with the goddess of spring.